Cleo Sullivan ♛ District 3 ♛ [FIN.]

[eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris]

[bg=030303][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] when leaves have fallen and skies turned into grey. the night keeps on closing in on the day a nightingale sings his song of farewell ( n a m e ) cleo minerva sullivan ( a l i a s e s ) ice queen ( g e n d e r ) female ( a g e ) eighteen ( l o c a t i o n ) district three ( s e x u a l i t y ) autosexual ( o c c u p a t i o n ) queen of the sullivans/b-i-t-c-h you better hide for her freezing hell on cold wings she's coming you better keep moving for warmth you'll be longing ( "Mirror mirror, on the wall, who is the coldest of them all?" ) -Seven Years Old- Father exits Nox's room with a look of defeat plastered onto his face. I stare after him, waiting until he rounds the corner and exits the hallway. With an inhale I start walking into Nox's room with proud strides. My older brother-- by a few minor months, mind you

[/i] --runs his hands through his hair and taps the pencil in his hand against his work desk. After a groan escapes his lips I clear my throat. He whips his head in my direction and his eyes widen.

"Sis'? What are you doing here?" he asks with a soft voice, which causes me to cross my arms and smirk with my plump lips.

Tucking a strand of black hair behind my ear I walk closer to him. "It would appear that I'm here to help you," I say in that how-can-she-only-be-seven voice of mine, before glancing down at the assignment that lays blank upon his desk. "Seriously, Nox? Is this what father has been fussing about? I can see why. This is simple mathematics! Look," I point my finger at one of the questions. "Don't you know what 12 plus 5 is?"

Nox furrows his brows and looks down at the problem, his cheeks turning red from confusion. "I-I... No. No, I don't know, sis'. This makes no sense to me. I don't know if 12 plus 5 is 22 or 105. I-I... I can't, sis'," he stutters out in desperation, and I raise a sharp and delicate 'brow.

"What do you mean you can't?" I question him as I tilt my head. "Just what is father mad about, Nox?"

Nox exhales through his nose and scratches the back of his head. "I-I really don't know, sis'," he states with a shaky voice. "He and Mama took me to the d-doctor a little bit ago. T-the doctor said I h-had something called, um," his eyebrows furrowed together as he struggled to remember, just like he does when it comes to numbers and dates. "I think the doctor said I had this disorder called dyscalc-, uh,- lus?"

My eyebrows shoot up as I snatch up the blank paper on his desk. Once upon a time I was playing teacher with my little brother Cassander- something I will assure he never ever speaks of[/i] -and I recalled pulling out one of the many books in my father's study. There I remember reading something about a disorder that made it hard for the afflicted to do anything with numbers and mathematics, and it also made the afflicted struggle with time and dates. I lay the paper back down on his desk as all of the information flows back into my mind. "It's called Dyscalculia, you twit. In the simplest description I can muster to make you understand, it means you're a failure at mathematics and I pray you never have to work in a clock tower."

Nox's eyebrows remain furrowed, and just as he opens his lips I place a cold finger upon them. "Oh, poor poor Noxy. Life is going to be so hard for you," I start, my voice as angelic as any child's should be. "Don't be afraid, however. I'll always be here, Noxy. I'll keep you safe."

But the wisdom and calculating purr that hides inside my voice is terrifying, isn't it? Not to mention that I, a dark beauty with a smirk that spells disaster, haven't even blossomed, yet.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

come on just feel it
don't you see it?
you better believe it.
when she embraces, your heart turns to stone

( "If you can survive the pain of being stabbed in the back with a lioness's claws, you may just survive her fury." )

-Thirteen Years Old-

His scream awakes me.

I rise slowly in my bed and sit upright, straining my ears to peer into the darkness and locate any more signs of fear. In a few short moments I hear another groan, and I kick the covers off my delicate form- which has appeared to of gotten far more beautiful over the past six years

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The cold wood against the bottoms of my feet has no effect upon me; I am already chiseled from the ice of a frozen hell, after all.[/color] Before I know it, I find that the screams have lead me to Nox's door. With an upward roll of my eyes I grasp the knob and push the door open. "Nox? What in Ripred's sake is the matter?"

Before I can even react, Nox bolts up and pulls at his hair. "Go away! I'm trying to sleep, but I can't because of you and the stupid ticking clock and all of the p-pain, and," he inhales a shaky breath as his rigid shoulders go limp and his chest starts to rise and fall with shaky breaths. "I just want all of the hurt to go away, sis'."

I tilt my head at the once lovable young man before me. It seems the raging effects of puberty has made him into exactly what he hates, a ticking bomb of destruction. But, even then, in this fragile state he is in now, he is in my grasp. With tentative steps I approach his bedside and crawl in beside him. "This pain you're feeling only means that my method is working, Nox. The clock is good for you. It's making your mind stronger; it's preparing you for your future. You cannot give in now."

Nox's head lowers, and a whimper escapes his lips. My hand flashes outwards and I grip his chin. Jerking his eyes up to mine I stare down at him. "Don't you hear me? You cannot give in now!" I yell with the sternest voice I can muster out of my lungs.

Nox's head remains limp when I let go of his jaw. "I know, sis'. I'm trying. B-but," he bites his lip and squeezes his eyes closed. "I'm just so tired."

I continue to stare down at him and sigh while shaking my head. It was pathetic, but also saddening. Saddening how a future king could be dwindled into nothing but a mere pawn when nightmares plagued him. With a gentle touch I push a stray lock of dark brown from his forehead. If I wanted to take advantage of him, I'd have to do it now. "Oh, Noxy," I start as I slowly pull him to my chest, wrapping my delicate arms around him and resting my jaw on the top of his head. "Just let it out, Noxy. Let out every pathetic emotion you can muster from the depths of your mind. Just let all of the weakness in you go."

He whimpers, and I know he is fighting back the pain that longs to break free from his hardened soul. "I'll stay with you tonight, Noxy. It'll be just like when we were little. I'll keep you safe, just as I know that you would do the same for me if the tables were ever turned." I bend my chin down and my lips press into the top of his head. "Rest softly tonight, brother. For tomorrow, I expect to see nothing but a regal young man leave this room."

I start to hum softly, loud enough only to drown out the ticking that caused him so much pain. The poor dear, I wonder if he will forever stay entrapped in my web of lies and manipulation... Then again, I am still just a mere child. When I am older I will have him caged completely.

And he will forever be in the grasp of the Queen of a Frozen Hell.[/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

she comes at night when you are all alone
and when she whispers
your blood shall run cold
you better hide before she finds you

( "Hell changes a person, especially if this said person takes over the throne." )

-Eighteen Years Old-

Vivien combs my hair as I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

I am now a queen with cascading locks of liquid night and eyes like the darkest and richest of chocolate. My flesh is tan, like that of my maternal grandmother's, and it makes me, quite frankly, the most beautiful and exotic of my siblings. Underneath my flesh, however, is nothing but icy flames. Not long ago my father was murdered as he slept, and the thing I had been preparing my whole life for occurred: Nox and I were now the leaders of our family.

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I became more than just a queen, actually. I was now Nox's adviser, consort, and leading lady. I spent my days feeding him all the necessary lies and compliments to make sure everything played out in our favor. Because, now that we were on the front lines, we were at the greatest risk.

That risk being losing our lives... Or even worse, our crowns.[/color]

Vivien places the comb on the dresser as she tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear. Vivien was like a weaker version of me. She was my loyal hand-maiden, and she was always there to listen to me when I needed to rant. Sometimes, I get a dark chill while in her presence, but I dismiss it. Really, what harm could she and her doe-eyes bring upon me?

None.

"Do you miss him?" Vivien asks with a soft voice as she places a chain of pearls around my neck. I automatically know who she is talking about and a sigh escapes my lips.

"Don't be stupid, Vivien. Of course I miss him, he was my father. But do I cry at night in memory of him? No. He's gone now, and that's the end of it. My only duty is to keep our family on top. It will be a cold day in Hell before those damned Dewitts take control over the company," I state with a hiss.

Vivien nods as a slight smile forms on her lips, but I overlook this. I lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling. "I don't know which Dewitt murdered our father, but I know it was one of them. They thought the death of their father was our fault, so they acted like a cornered snake and struck at our own. But don't worry Vivien, we will avenge our father. Nox and I- all of us, will take back what is ours," I take a slight pause as I roll one of the pearls between my fingers, "with blood and fire."

The pearl chain snaps and the jewels scatter across the ground. I snarl and order Vivien to pick it up as I arise and walk to my window. The looming factory outside calls to me, just as I know it calls to the Dewitts who think they deserve all of it. But they will never see that day. For I refuse to see a dawn where I am not the Queen of District Three.

And I don't care how much blood must be spilled and how many lies must be spread, but I will manipulate and destroy anything in my way to victory.

And as for all of the other pieces on this chess board of life?

I will break them all.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

whenever she is raging
she takes all life away
haven't you seen?
haven't you seen?

( c o d e w o r d )

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the ruins of our world
she covers the world with a breathtaking cloak
the sun awakes and melts it away
the world now opens its eyes and sees

( c o m m e n t s / o t h e r )

( f a c e c l a i m ) shay mitchell
( p l o t ) dark queen in the chess plot [owned by lei/tristen/dars]

( m a i n ) 0A0B09
( e m p h a s i s ) 7094B8
( h e a r i n g ) 8EAFD1
( s p e a k i n g ) B3C7EB

( s o n g ) ice queen - within temptation

( c r e d i t s )
table by cass/template by south

the dawning of a new day
on cold wings she's coming
you better keep moving
for warmth, you'll be longing

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[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Holy crap, she's intense.

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Accepted!

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